Things have changed,
times have passed,
once all low and blue,
now calm and new....
The vociferous cries have muffled,
buckled under their own weight,
while the calmer balm of respite
applies itself over the wound...
Now mind rests, silent, without,
within its own little shack of thoughts...
Heart seems to be at ease,
nay, just tired, no longer in pain,
as the little fluttering has taken its toll...
Now everything remains calm,
Wait calm is good,
and good is not present,
so calm indeed might not be
the word you see...
Aye, now I see,
it is the silence that I mistook
for calmness you see...
disgruntled turbulence is lost,
and such abundance is seen,
such silence like a ship
marooned at the sea...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju